#brawl x self insert

[deskraven]

Someone commissioned me to draw their tfsona with Combaticons

[ink1gww]

It took longer than expected but I finally finished this ^w^

[moonflower-song]

“ wanna listen to your hands soothe , listen to your heart beating “

HUZZAH >_^ selfshipping is real !!

[shesaloserhesaid]

Your blog is so cute!! Can I get more info about your s/i?? They are adorable :33

HII! thank you so much! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

OF COURSE! sorry if some parts of her story don't make sense, i'm not exactly caught up on brawl stars lore ;v;

this is my brawl stars self insert alfie! during daytime, she's starr park's tour guide, and sometimes helps r-t as a supervisor to make sure nobody breaks the rules. (or even the law...)

more abt alfie below the cut!

once her shift is over, she sings in a rock band with her friends! but she mostly tries to keep it a secret. wouldn't want their music to draw people's attention away from the main attraction, afterall!

alfie completes the starr hub trio, with larry, lawrie, and r-t! even though she enjoys her job, what she enjoys the most about it is spending quality time with her co-workers.

she's best friends with colette! when there's not many people at starr park, alfie goes to the gift shop to see her.

alfie is also a metalhead, and therefore, is a huge fangirl of draco. she loves gushing about him to colette and edgar, but r-t and the twins have none of it. she wishes to be like him someday.

might add more to her later and her in-game mechanics if i make her a brawler!

[lieutenantducky6]

I WANT TO PLAY MY FAVORITE BRAWLER AGAIN!!!!

This isn't fair😭

(This is me coping🙂)

[aquillaac3]

I'm sorry you guys, I really want to draw Welcome Home related but Doug have me on chokehold 24/7😫😫😫

ALSO

If there's no fanfic of him, FINE, Chai can only feed my desires.

[g00mbers]

Another day , Another gay , trust me guys i'm a profesional and best way of flirting is just missing every single sign and staring at them like a creature /j

[dwaekkicidal]

Hii 🫶🏻

First off: I have to tell you your Han series has me in a chokehold I CAN NOT get over it! 😍😍 it just hit all the right spots 😍😫

I don’t know if your request are open but if they are could I request with Han and female reader where Han is jealous/possessive of his girlfriend? Maybe because she is still in the same friend group with her ex or if you prefer give it any other motivation. It can be either swf or nswf, do as you prefer really (but if it is nswf could you make the reader to have a big breast and Han with a 🍒fixation maybe?)

Anyway I love you blog! Have a nice day! 🫶🏻😘

me when i get to self insert myself into a fic cause i have big boobies😼 ALSO TY ASDHJKASDJK i kept feeling really insecure about that series but its getting so much love :''))) im happy you are enjoying it as well as my blog <3

Cherries

˚ʚHan Jisung x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1.8k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, reader has big boobs but no other physical features described, ex has they/them pronouns, kinda out of character ji?, exhibitionism, nipple play, brief mentions of p in v

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Han’s eyes were narrowed, so sharp that you could cut diamonds with it. He watched intently as you conversed casually with your friend group. It’s not something he thought he would ever see himself getting genuinely mad over, but the familiar face in the crowd made his blood boil.  Had this exact situation taken place more than a year ago, Jisung would have been an anxious mess. Probably would be fiddling with his jacket’s sleeves and restlessly bouncing his leg while his mind went to the worst places possible. But now, after dating you for over 2 years, he was more confident in himself.

Don’t be fooled! He still gets jealous easily. Very easily… but it doesn’t make him as angsty as it used to. Nowadays all he feels is anger. The only thoughts that fill his mind are ones along the lines of “How dare that person talk to my girlfriend like that. Who do they think they are?” while strangers blatantly flirted with you, and he would make fun of them with words like “Did you see their face when you rejected them?? Fucking loser lol” when you would make a face and deny them before running back into his arms.

But those were with strangers. Not with your stupid ex. The same ex who made you hesitant going into this relationship with Han in the first place. And the same ex that managed to snake their way back into your friend group. While his thoughts were about the same, Han wasn’t very keen on taking his eyes off of them. The trust was still there with you, but he knew better than to trust your ex. The slimy, sugar-coated lies they told the group wouldn’t work on him. 

A hand being placed on his shoulder cut him from his thoughts. He was in full fight mode and completely missed the way you walked up to where he was on the couch. The game room the group had rented out for a few hours was filled with their booming voices and a random playlist off of somebody's Spotify. Some people were playing pool while the others stood nearby to watch and instigate mini brawls here and there. He was the only one who idly sat on the couch, drink in hand.

You knew he was in guard dog mode because of your ex’s presence so you made sure to break your attention from the group regularly to check up on him. Only this time he accidentally ignored you, so you made your way towards him. “You okay, Ji?” You smiled sideways and tilted your head, stealing a sip from his soda and settling yourself between his legs. Immediately all the anger drained from his body and he smiled up at you. His hands wrapped around your waist and he sat up, pulling you closer as he nodded.

“Yeah... Sorry haha.” You smiled sweetly and placed his cup on the coffee table, wrapping your arms around his neck once the cup was safely set down. “It’s okay, I know the situation is a little uncomfortable.” You whisper and tighten your hold around him, squeezing him lovingly and giggling to yourself when he rests his cheek against your chest. He grins like an idiot at his personal pillow and shoves his face harder until you eventually get red in the face and push him back. “Hey now… We’re still in public.”

“That can change. Let’s go home right now and I’ll show you a good time?” He smirks and pulls you closer. His chin rests against the top of your chest and he looks up at you with puppy eyes and his signature pout. “C’monn… I’ve been good all day.” His hands drop down to your hips, digging his fingers into them as his voice drops an octave, “‘Promise to show you a good time. You know Hannie always takes care of his baby-”

Your name gets called and the both of you jump. You chuckle and turn in his grasp, now standing sideways to respond to the person. He let his eyes return to your group, simply curious about who you interrupted his begging but was made even angrier by the expression that painted your ex’s face. They were frowning deeply behind their drink and glaring at the two of you, obviously wired up about his hands that were wrapped around you. Han stared back with the same fire, knowing all too well what the other person wanted. But then he smiled to himself.

As you casually chatted with your friend, Han let his hand fall down to your waist. He did it at an angle that only showed it off to your ex, making them watch as his hand slipped under your shirt. The fabric bulged out as he grabbed a handful of your tits, kneading the flesh there as they held eye contact. Eye contact that was held as he leaned in, hiding his face from everybody else as he wrapped his lips around your clothed nipple. He made a show of even sticking his tongue out and licking your nipple over your shirt while his other hand continued to squeeze the other boob from, what seemed like, the inside of your bra

Han’s ego inflated to the size of the sun as he watched your ex’s jaw drop. Their eyes went up to your face and, besides the blush that covered it, there wasn’t a single reaction. You were so used to it that the obscene action didn’t even make you flinch. Which only pissed your ex off more. They huffed and shook their head, walking to the door and mumbling something along the lines of ‘Fuck this.’ While everybody’s attention turned to the first person to leave the function, you turned to your boyfriend and shook your head at him. “Really? All that about behaving too.”

“Not my fault their edgy ass didn't like it. I licked it so it’s mine.” You laughed and parted from your boyfriend, returning back to the pool table. After that, it didn’t take long for everybody to separate. The people who didn’t have the balls to be the first to leave shortly made their way out after your ex did. Your boyfriend was one of them as well and quickly made it obvious to you that he genuinely wanted to leave soon, so you both bid your farewells and made your way outside.

The second your food hit the concrete, Jisung dragged you to the nearest empty alleyway. One that, if the sun wasn’t already set, would have been very easy to look down and see the two of you. Alas, your boyfriend did not have a single care about that. If anything, the thought of somebody seeing you only egged him on.

Han shoves you into the brick wall, slamming his lips against yours and running his hands all over your body. They started at your thighs, where he squeezed the flesh of your thighs before sliding up to your hips and doing the same. Then his hands rested at your hips for a moment. He was too distracted pushing his tongue past your lips to continue on with his expedition. Once you both found a comfortable rhythm and your hands ran up his arms, he started moving again.

This time he slowly ghosted his hands up your stomach and stopped at your chest where he squeezed your boobs tightly. Then he pulls away from your lips, smirking at you and pecking your cheek before dipping his head down. You feel his lips against your neck and you moan quietly before rolling your neck to the side, giving him more space to work with. He doesn't linger there for long though. As much as your boyfriend loves marking you up, he only leaves a single one to your neck before he dips even lower.

He leaves a trail of kisses on his way to your boobs and, before you have the chance to react or push him away, his hands tug your shirt up to your neck. “Ji- Wait until we get home, baby. We shouldn’t do this he-” He cuts you off by nibbling your right nipple through your bra. His other hand slides under the bottom hem of your bra, grabbing a handful of your boob and rubbing that nipple between his middle knuckles. You moan loudly and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging it in hopes that he would pull away but also stop and just take you to do this at home.

He moans against your clothed nipple and licks it seductively through the fabric, looking up at you with those brown boba eyes. Despite his lack of words, you already know what those pretty eyes want. You bite your lip and nervously look towards the entrance of the alley, watching as cars dart back and forth. But no people. “F-Fuck. Fine. But make it quick!” He smiles widely against you and nods.

His head pulls away from you for a moment, only to allow him to reach around and undo your bra. He doesn’t even bother taking it off of you, he just pushes it up with your shirt and dives back in. “Mine.” A loud moan leaves your lips as he suddenly bites the side of your tit, then he apologetically licks over his teeth marks. “Yours.” He smiles and grabs both of your boobs, fondling them as he alternates his attention to each nipple.

“God. I fucking love your tits, Jagi. And they’re all mine, right?” You nod and throw your head back as you moan, gripping his strands even tighter than before. He moans and bucks his hips into the air. “Answer me.” One of his hands moves down to your thighs and slides up under your skirt. It dips deeper, rubbing your clit through the fabric of your panties before wrapping around behind you and grabbing a handful of your ass cheek. “Jagiya… Say. It. A-gain.” He lands a sloppy slap to your ass with each word, smiling into your boob when your legs clench together.

“‘M yours, Ji! Please, babyy~” He wastes no time after that, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his dick to poke out. The hand that was on your ass pumps his dick a few times as his other pushes your leg up, holding it up and giving him space to fuck into you. His mouth finally releases your nipple in favor of poking his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he pushes in. Both of you moan at the feeling and lock eyes for a moment before he leans in and pushes his lips against yours.

He pulls away and leans down again, wrapping his lips around your neglected nipple. Then he tests the water with slow thrusts. Ones that speed up rather fast once he realizes how deep he can go in this position. The grip he has on your hips is bruising as he starts to slam his hips into yours.

“Mine. All fucking mine.”

Taglist:

@jiminssluttyminx @changisworld @juskz @linohumina @rylea08

@grandma143 @caught-in-the-afterglow @yaorzu-blog @jabmastersupriseee

[zqmbiescorpse]

GLADIATOR, PART 1

johanna mason x female reader

a/n: i'm listing tags below because they give a good description, include important information and this was originally intended for ao3. for the first part and for some of the second, johanna isn't there because i wanted to do some world building and you, the reader, has somewhat of a backstory and a last name but this is not at all a self insert i promise.

summary: after winning the 72nd hunger games, quite a name had been made for you in the capitol - quickly becoming a favourite across panem. because of this, naturally, you find yourself thrown back into the horror of the games due to the 3rd quarter quell, representing district 5 one last time. though, not all is lost, fellow tribute and close friend, johanna mason of district 7, finds herself in the same position.

tags: graphic depictions of violence (sometimes), johanna mason, katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, finnick odair, johanna mason x female reader, catching fire, mockingjay part 1, mockingjay part 2, 72nd hunger games, 75th hunger games, gore, eye gore, detailed descriptions of eyeball squishing, disabled reader, female reader, reader is missing an eye, reader is missing limbs, missing fingers, traumatic events, blood, choking, johanna mason needs a hug, rebellion, slow burn, mutual pining, scared of feelings, fluff, angst, making out, kissing, confessions, peeta has his prosthetic leg, maybe smut idk, tension, awkwardness, wlw, i love johanna so much

warnings for this part: gore, detailed descriptions of eyeball squishing (i'm sorry), murder, traumatic events, choking, suffocation, stabbing, blood (tbf it is the hunger games)

wordcount: 1.01k

(part 2) (masterlist)

Weapons long disregarded, tossed away into the sand, leaving you both unarmed - only your fists, or what you had left of them, could be used to beat the other to death. He was bulky, and taller than you. Still, you managed to have him pinned to the floor once more, with your hands wrapped tightly around his neck, slowly crushing his windpipe. You hated every second of it, the fear in his wide eyes looking up at yours, a disturbed red creeping into the whites.

Your grip wasn't as tight as it could've been, with only eight fingers, the middle and index missing on your right hand, your dominant hand. Hell, the pinky on your left was hanging on by what must have been a thread, only a red string of skin. You decided it was seven fingers remaining, desperately thinking of anything else aside from the spluttering boy beneath you. He was so close to death, you knew it and so did he. 

With nothing else to save himself, the male district one tribute reached for your head, both his dirty, grazed hands placed on either side. They were large, nearly covering your entire face, and undoubtedly strong. You became more panicked, unsure of what he was going to do next, however, as you attempted to apply even more pressure to his neck, he also began to squeeze.

An eruption of agony shot through the right side of your skull, his thumbs burying deeper and deeper into your eye. For a brief moment, your grip weakened due to the unbearable burning sensation coming from the socket, which had been invaded by the boy's chipped fingernails, stabbing and squishing at your eye. This gave him enough of an opportunity to sit upright, gaining back control of the brawl, continuing to push even harder; really just digging his thumbs in as hard as he possibly could.

You were screaming now, the sounds causing your throat to feel sore and rough, though, how could it compare to the searing pain you felt elsewhere? Your eye was well out of place, edging forever inward, your vision on the right side now completely black, blinded. He started to scream too, echoing those of a primal being on a path to victory after suffering through a tormenting battle. The force was so intense you began to feel an uncomfortable sensation build up rapidly besides the excruciating pain; your eyeball was going to pop. Burning hot blood was gushing down the side of your face, running down all over your fellow tribute and falling down into his mouth, coating his teeth and his tongue with a thick red ooze. 

You couldn't take it anymore, removing your hands from him in a desperate attempt to save whatever mush would be left in your socket in hopes of a salvage. Unfortunately for you, reaching up to claw at your own eye left you perfectly vulnerable and open. With one last push, he stuck his fingers as far as he could, such an immense amount of force you could've sworn the boy was moments away from crushing your skull - poking and prodding at the sensitive nerves within your damaged socket.

Another strangled screech violently came from within you as you felt a squelching burst trigger pure anguish, wet tears and warm blood trickling together down your face - mixing together to cause a disgusting mess. Too absorbed in the torturous suffering, you failed to remember the other blood thirsty tribute still present, who was now preparing to finally take your life.

You stumbled back, a new sense of disorientation upon you as you tried to put distance between yourself and the approaching Grim Reaper, the boy taking his time getting closer, a weird expression contorting into his features; the realisation that he was enjoying this made you crumble. Shuffling backwards frantically, one hand digging through the sand, the other glued to where your eye should be whilst the crimson substances flowed between your three fingers at an unstoppable pace.

So much pain. So much exhaustion.

The whole fight had been intense and raw, seemingly going on for hours. Scrapes and gashes littered your frail, disfigured body and your bones ached beyond belief. If that smug fuck hadn't made his way towards you any quicker, your chances of bleeding to death were a lot higher than dying by his hands. It deeply disturbed you how that same boy was powerless beneath you just minutes ago, terrified and so desperately wanting for his life. Then, there he was, smiling like a lunatic, caught up in the victory that hadn't yet arrived - seeming overjoyed to witness your suffering.

An early celebration, indeed. Part of you, at that moment, thanked any higher power you could think of, eternally grateful that the Careers couldn't help but be arrogant assholes who view themselves as undefeatable kings and queens. In the time wasted by the boy from district one strolling his way over to you, you had managed to come across your weapon, a long sort of sickle, sticking out of the sand not too far behind you.

You waited, fingers twitching at your side. You didn't want to reveal the weapon concealed by your back at the moment, but rather, let the foolish boy get closer. He should've ended you when he had the chance.

Mustering all the strength you had left, you ignored the throbbing that was pounding against your skull and swiftly grabbed the curved sword, hand tight around the handle as you lunged forward, knocking the tribute back down into the sand - beneath you for the final time.

Not an ounce of hesitation prevented you from what would soon haunt your every thought. At that time, you had no needs other than the one to end this, every sensation in your body numb, apart from a blazing desire in the pit of your stomach. The sharp blade plunged deep into his chest over and over and over again until the cannon boomed in the far distance, signalling his death. You had won. 

[mynicosensesaretingling]

The Parc Fermé Spectacle

A Fernando Alonso crack fic

summary: After mistakingly being put in parc fermé , Fernando duels Brad in a wrench fight.

note: don’t ask me anything, this is an absolute crack fic written in my notes app.

ENJOY x

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It was a blistering day at the Hungarian Grand Prix, but the real heat was in the pit lane, where tensions between Fernando Alonso and Brad Pitt had reached their boiling point. What started as a simple misunderstanding with a movie car had spiraled into an all-out grudge match.

Fernando climbed out of his car, tossing his helmet aside as his eyes blazed with fury. Making his way over to the Apex car, he grabbed a massive wrench from a toolbox, twirling it like a seasoned knight wielding a broadsword. “You’ve messed with the wrong driver, Pitt!” He bellowed. “You better prepare yourself, because today you face the Matador of the Asphalt!”

Brad, never one to back down from a fight, grabbed a similarly oversized wrench, brandishing it with the confidence of someone currently filming their self-insert dream scenario . “Bring it on, Alonso! Let’s see if you’re as tough off the track as you are on it!”

Noticing the brawl between the men, mechanics and crew members quickly formed a circle around them, eagerly anticipating the duel of the century. Bets were placed, phones were out, and chants were started.

With a dramatic clash, their wrenches met in mid-air, the sound echoing through the pit lane like a thunderclap. Fernando moved with the precision and grace of a dancer, his wrench a blur as he launched a series of rapid strikes. Brad parried wildly, his eyes wide with a mix of determination and growing panic.

“You call that a swing?” Fernando taunted, easily dodging Brad’s clumsy attempts. “My grandmother could hit harder!”

Brad, now red-faced and desperate, attempted a spin move, only to lose his balance and stumble , face first, into a stack of tires. The pit crew erupted in laughter, but Fernando wasn’t done yet. He leaped onto a nearby crate, using it as a makeshift podium.

“Is this the best Hollywood has to offer?” Fernando shouted, dramatically pointing at Brad, before executing a flawless backflip off the toolbox and landing perfectly behind the actor. Before Brad could react, Fernando lightly tapped on his shoulder with the wrench. “Tag, you’re it,” he said with a smirk.

Brad whirled around, swinging his wrench with all his might, but Fernando was quicker. He dodged Brad’s wild swings with the agility of a cat, occasionally spinning around in a mock dance-like fashion.

“Careful now, Pitt,” Fernando taunted as he dodged another overzealous strike. “You’re making this look like a bad B-movie fight scene. Where’s the stunt double when you need one?”

Brad, fuming and clearly flustered, tried to recover his composure. “I’m just warming up!” he yelled, lunging forward again.

Fernando sidestepped effortlessly and used the wrench to gently tap Brad on the nose. “Oh, is that what they call ‘action’ in Hollywood? I’d hate to see what you call ‘drama.’ Maybe it involves a lot of falling down and looking surprised?”

The pit lane crowd burst into laughter, some doubling over as Brad, now red-faced and visibly irate, tried to mount a comeback. He lunged with renewed determination, only for Fernando to casually step aside and give Brad a playful pat on the back with the wrench.

“You know, I’ve seen more finesse in a bumper car derby,” Fernando said, barely suppressing his chuckles. “Is this your ‘intense’ acting face? Because it looks like you’re trying to remember your lines.” Brad, clearly frustrated and out of breath, made one last desperate attempt to regain control. He charged forward, but Fernando sidestepped with the ease of someone casually stepping around a puddle.

In a burst of creativity, Fernando grabbed a nearby spare tire and rolled it towards Brad, who tripped over it and went tumbling into a stack of toolboxes.

As Brad lay there, dazed and disheveled, Fernando couldn't help but notice his dramatic, almost theatrical fall.

With a dramatic flourish, Fernando raised his wrench high above his head and surveyed Brad with an exaggerated critical eye. He paused for a moment, then walked over to the checkered flag that had been left nearby, originally meant for celebrating race wins. He picked it up with a grand, sweeping gesture.

“This is truly a sight to behold!” Fernando announced loudly, waving the checkered flag like a matador ready to end a bullfight. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a champion of the clumsy! An artist of the absurd!”

He circled Brad, twirling the flag with the precision of a seasoned performer. “Behold the dramatic pose!” Fernando declared, waving the flag dramatically above Brad’s head. “A true masterclass in unintentional comedy!”

Brad, still sprawled on the ground, glared up at Fernando with a mixture of embarrassment and fury. “Okay, okay, I get it!” he shouted. “You’ve proven your point. Can we call it a day?”

Fernando paused, striking a pose with the flag as if he were declaring victory in an epic showdown. Lowering the flag, Fernando extended a hand to help Brad up. “Come on, Pitt,” he said, his voice full of mock warmth. “Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for your next role—perhaps as a human prop in a slapstick comedy?”

[brawlina]

Step aside I have a lot of Colette fanfic writer headcannons and you WILL hear about them.

Colette Fanfiction Headcannons

Colette was a fanfiction writer long before she joined the Brawl Stars Fandom. So it was easy for her to transition into writing about brawlers.

Technically writing about Brawl Stars in universe is RPF (real person fiction), but Colette has long overcome the initial hesitation in writing about that.

Her writing style is quite nice, but is often littered with spelling mistakes and formatting issues. She tends to fix them after she's already published the chapter. She could stop and make sure that everything is legible before she publishes, but she just gets too excited and wants to publish things as soon as she's written it out.

She did not stop writing fanfiction when she became a brawler herself. Are you crazy? Now she has ALL the material she needs to make ALL the stories she wants!

She finds its hilarious that all of her self-insert Brawl Stars Fics are technically true, but also that she herself is a character there! Who would've thunk?

Colette likes gifting her friends fanfics! Sometimes it's for special occasions, but she just likes to do it for fun.

While her online friends are always delighted to receive such gifts, her irl brawler friends can have all sorts of mixed emotions about it. Most think it's kind of creepy, but others find it silly or weirdly flattering.

Some brawlers have asked her to write fanfiction for them though. She won't name names but they're usually the ones who have a massive ego that needs satiated or someone who just wants to be with the one.

Some of Colette's online friends and fans have suspected that she and the brawler are the same person, but she's never confirmed it. She WANTS to confirm it but alas contracts prevent her from doing so.

Colette can and will ramble about the Fandom specific tropes and various dramas happening in the fanfic side of the Fandom. Unfortunately, Edgar is often the frequent target of these tirades.

She suspects that some of the people on the forums are also brawlers and is trying to find out who they are. She has dedicated half of the gift shops corkboard to this cause.

Colette can and will read anything. She's been online long enough that nothing really phases her and that she doesn't mind having to dig for scraps of her favorite characters.

There were MANY Reader x Piper first on her account. Something that Rico wasn't too pleased by when he found out.

Colette would title all of her fics after song lyrics

She has a stash of fanfictions that she knows will do 100+ psychic damage to any of the brawlers in it if they read it. Is she planning to use this? It would probably depend on her mood.

One of the rare few breed who actually gets fanfics done. Oneshots and multichapter alike.

She probably carries at least a 1/4th of all the fanfics in the Brawl Stars fandomon her own

Management actually has to be careful around her lest she accidentally spill a surprise before it's officially announced.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Cheering Up A Depressed Andy

(Slight) Andy X FemReader

Ratings: T+

Warnings: Drinking, insults, mentions of death, slight spoilers

Word Count: 1.7k

(A/N:) I am obsessed with Undead Unluck right now and I had to write a self indulgent Andy fic! I do ship him and Fuuko really hard but Andy is too perfect not to crush on. So while I have a ship I still want to enjoy some reader inserts with this handsome and unhinged dude! So this happened as I was so excited about a little of Andy's past getting animated! I had a little too much fun with the dialog too but I hope you all enjoy it! Until next time happy reading!

~Countess

Being a bounty hunter had it's perks though it was one of the toughest jobs offered in the growing country you live in. You had met your fair share of folks and about took out as many as well. The types of people you hunted, weren't like the upstanding citizens in normal towns you passed through. So they really weren't missed and kept their would be victims safe another day. You had just gotten finished with a particularly large bounty, so after collecting your reward you made the decision that you deserved a much needed break. Heading over to the next town, you carved yourself a place for the next two weeks or more.

After a week into your relaxation a stranger blew into town you never met before. He was a quiet character and it seemed like trouble drew to him like flies to a carcass. He was aloof and refused to speak much. Questions were answered with simple answers and he never gave more information than necessary. Even renting a room in the tavern/inn you were occupying had become awkward as he refused to answer the majority of the owner's questions. Only made worse when he was a coin short of the payment to stay. Without a word you dug into the pockets of your well worn pants before flipping it to the owner with amazing accuracy. He pocketed the man's payment quickly and the stranger turned around taking in your feminine form as you downed the rest of your glass and tipped your hat. Standing from the chair you made your way up the stairs, ignoring the jeers from the men below, your curiosity piquing the more you stayed close to the gray haired man.

A few more days passed by and still the gray haired stranger occupied the same space as you. He kept his distance, though he acted indifferent you could tell he watched his surroundings with an attentive gaze. The card in his forehead was a mystery that was driving you crazy. And even though the numerous tavern girls seemed to flock to him, he had no interest. The only thing he seemed to enjoy was the brawls that would break out, the majority of the time it was men starting arguments with him. The fights didn't last long and he always came out on top. He didn't joke. He didn't laugh. He rarely said a word. And despite yourself you found yourself sitting closer and closer to him every night. He was a mystery and you could feel the sad loneliness rolling off of him in waves. You should have ended your reprieve then and there. Left town and went back to what you were good at. But something deep inside nagged at you. You couldn't leave this man alone and part of you dreaded that you were going to pay a steep price for your curiosity.

The next night after finishing your meal, you went to the bar ordering two drinks and paying for them. The heavy glasses not the only weight as your heavy heart pounded in your chest. The enigma of the man sitting in his normal spot, pushing around the scraps on his plate. He didn't even jump or look up as you thudded the glass before him. After a few seconds, you cleared your throat, loudly. You didn't take kindly to being ignored, especially when you were doing a good deed. Those were rare and if this man had any sense he would be grateful.

He looked up, blue eyes dull and full of caution. It made you suck in a breath as he looked handsome far away, but up close he was stunning.

"Drink," you asked and he grunted in reply. Knocking the chair at his side back with your boot, you parked yourself right next to him throwing your slender legs up and crossing your ankles on the table top. Knocking your glass against his hard, you took a loud long guzzle. You sighed before gazing at him, waiting for the same.

"Not very ladylike are you," he asked simply.

You shrugged, "Not particularly. Can't afford to be in my line of work. Are you going to drink that or not? I paid for it and I won't let it go to waste."

He chuckled, though the mirth didn't make it to his eyes. He finally picked up the glass giving it a healthy swig.

"Good boy," you cooed and he glared.

"You buy drinks for men often?"

"Nope," you picked at your nails. "Even sad puppy dog eyed men get ignored by me. So you should feel very special. You tugged on my dried up heartstrings."

"They're not that dry then," he scoffed.

"Keep talking and that beer will disappear."

"Yeah," he took another drink. "Down my throat anyway."

You glared harder taking your feet off the table to lean in closer, "I may just shove that glass down your throat too while I'm at it."

He bared his teeth, "I'd like to see you try."

You shot upwards, snarling at him before quicker than a flash, he hooked his foot on your chair leg tugging it forward. The sturdy wood hit the back of your knees, crashing you back down into the seat. You sat stunned for a moment, unused to people gaining the upper hand on you.

"Simmer down I was joking," he rolled his eyes. "Whatever you do for a living sure did take your sense of humor."

"And here I thought the sad washed up sap no longer had one," you retorted quickly.

"I may be lost in thought but I can keep up with the best of them," his gaze darted back to you. "Just remember that."

A few tense moments passed by and the patrons that had watched the exchange between you both, started to relax. Even the owner had been tense as he didn't want his establishment wrecked by a fight between the two of you. With your glass empty, you stood to go get another one, when his hand wrapped around your wrist. Pouring the rest of the liquid that remained in his glass into yours. You sat there stunned at the kindness.

"I've had enough," he shrugged.

Your finger circled around the smudged rim as you now didn't know how to act around him. Many people didn't treat you nicely and if they did they always wanted something or take advantage of you.

"Got a name," you finally asked the curiosity not leaving you alone.

"No."

"Where you from?"

"Don't know."

"Well you're just a well of knowledge. Good chat," you rolled your eyes. "Guess I'll just call you bigmouth."

"Please. Don't."

"What," you grinned deviously, "do you prefer idiot? Maybe moron? Boring?"

"I get it," he waved a large hand.

You pouted thinking that would have gotten a rise out of him.

"Just call me Vic," he replied confused where he pulled that name from his mind.

"I think I rather call you bigmouth," you stated.

"Don't care."

Crossing your arms while slumping in the seat, you were starting to get annoyed for the lack of progress. The longer you spoke to Vic, the more your curiosity grew instead of shrinking.

"Soooo wanna share why you got such a long face over here," you asked.

"I rather not," he seemed to shrink further into his shell.

"Fine. I'll tell you something about myself first and then you have to at least give me something."

Vic shook his head but waved for you to continue. He remained quiet letting you have a moment of victory as you wouldn't let up until you got some bit of information from him.

"I'm a bounty hunter," you showed him the badge that normally hung between your breasts under your shirt. "Been all over this country and taken out many criminals. Been needing a break so I've been staying here."

Vic nodded, "I've been travelling myself. Taking out my own class of criminals with my team."

"Where is your team," you asked and immediately regretted it as he stiffened.

He looked away, emotion clogging up his throat a little bit, "They're dead. They were killed thanks to a barmaid who saved herself. I was the only one who survived."

That was one of the main reasons you refused to recruit on your missions. You didn't want to lose anyone and it was hard for you to get along with others very often."

"Sorry to hear that."

He shrugged again, "So I rather travel alone. It hurts less."

"That's the main reason I travel alone. Nobody to mourn and if I get turned into bird food. Then nobody is around to mourn me either."

"That's a sad existence," he replied.

"You chose the same existence as me," you pointed out, laughing into your mug.

He chuckled and this time the amusement made it's way to his eyes, "I guess I did. But it doesn't mean I don't make friends along the way."

"Are you calling me a friend there Vic?"

"We're drinking together aren't we," he pointed to the two mugs.

"I think I'm doing the majority of the drinking here," you said matter-of-factly.

Without another word Vic gave the owner the sign for two more drinks. He nodded getting to work filling two more glasses.

"My hero," you cooed kissing his cheek quickly. Vic sat there stunned for a few moments. You grinned smugly as you felt like you got some revenge for the seat ordeal he just pulled moments ago. Despite never trusting easily, you found yourself comfortable around Vic. He still had so many things left to uncover and you knew as soon as your time was up in town, you both would go your separate ways. But for this night and the last moments you and him would enjoy each other's company. Vic watched you closely and despite telling himself not to get close, he couldn't keep that promise to himself. You were too fascinating to him and he felt himself falling. Needing to know more, needing to get closer. He knew that it would end and that would be that, but for these quiet and blissful moments he would allow himself a chance to enjoy something good and fun. Until he was finally able to find his purpose or he found the death he craved. He hoped to find more people like you through his long journey, but this was your chance and you both wouldn't squander it.

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Baratie

Sanji x G/N Reader Self-Insert One Shot Warnings: Mild Language / Mentions of Blood (minor injury)

As you ladled the soup into the shallow, glass bowls, you watched Sanji look over the order ticket.  “Huh,” he gasped.  “Why would he request that wine with this soup? Does he even know how wrong that is?”

You shrugged.  “He called ahead and asked for it; he probably wanted to impress his date.  His reservation says he's a lieutenant in the Marines.  He thinks he’s hot shit.”

“Well I refuse to standby while he sullies the taste of our soup!” Sanji wrinkled the paper in his balled up fist, shaking with rage.

“We’re here to serve the customer Sanji, make a suggestion by all means, but try not to make a scene in the dining room.  Zeff will lose his mind if you cause another brawl.”

You carefully placed the bowls on a tray and brought them to the Lieutenant.  As you placed the food down in front of the couple, you saw Sanji making his way towards the table with a bottle of wine…and it was not the one Lt. Fullbody requested.  As you passed by him, you whispered; “don’t make a scene.” Sanji filled their glasses and then took a step back.  He watched as the pink-haired man sipped the wine.  

“So good!” He bellowed, holding the glass to his nose.  “The flavor, and…yes! The aroma.  It is the unmistakable scent from the soil of Micquo of the North Land!  The famous Iturutz Burger Stein! Tell me waiter, am I right?” You watch with bated breath as Sanji slams the bottle on the table and lights his cigarette. 

 “Uh-uh,” he retorted.  Not even close.” Lt. Fullbody gasped, his face flushing with anger and embarrassment.  Sanji, enjoying himself, places his hands in his pockets.  “Eat up,”  he says.  “This dish is best when hot.”  

Sanji makes his way back to the kitchen, catching your eyes as you smirk and shake your head.  “And sir,” he calls back, still facing forward. “My name’s Sanji, I’m the Sous Chef.  All the waiters ran off as of yesterday.”

You shook your head as you followed him through the swinging doors.  “You could have let him have his moment. He was on a date, let him impress the girl.”

Sanji shook his head, taking a long drag from his cigarette.  “No way,” he said.  "I had to rescue that angel from the clutches of bad wine.” No one should be subject to that kind of culinary abuse."

“So dramatic,” you tease.  That’s when Lt. Fullbody’s voice rang through the dining room.  “WAITER!” He called.  

Sanji bit down on his cigarette and growled. “What the hell is it now?” He pushed through the doors, you followed close behind.  Lt. Fullbody pointed to a dead bug floating in his soup.  He complained and blamed the kitchen for such a foul oversight.  Sanji just teased, cracking jokes about the bugs' swimming skills.  The rest of the customers seemed amused with the humor, a low hum of giggles and laughs filled the crowded room.  

That’s when Fullbody lost his cool.  

He slammed his fist against the table so hard, it shattered the frame.  Shards of class from the dishes and wine glasses went flying.  You felt a sharp sting on your face, followed by a warm liquid.  “Damn,” you breathed.  A piece must have hit you.  You wiped your cheek with the sleeve of your shirt, but the cut was deep and fresh blood replced the bit you just cleaned off.

Sanji knelt above the carnage, wasted food was a crime to him, punishable by death in his eyes.  You watched as Lt. Fullbody stomped on Sanji’s hand with his foot.  “Stop!” You yelled, charging towards him.  How dare he even consider damaging those hands!

Sanji held out his free hand, motioning you to stop. Moments later, Sanji landed a solid hit against the tyrant's jaw, sending him flying. The dining room erupted in jeers, screams, and punches as the rest of the kitchen staff got involved.  Once Zeff caught wind of the skirmish, he immediately stopped it.  

You escorted Sanji into the kitchen so he could cool off.  He noticed the blood on your sleeve and glanced at your face.  “You’re hurt?” He gently pinched your chin and turned your head to look at the damage. 

“It’s nothing,” you assured.  “Stray piece of glass caught me after Fullbody went psycho on the table.”

“It looks pretty deep, we should get it covered.”  Sanji grabbed a clean rag and some balm from the first aid station.  He sat you down on the counter and began to disinfect the area.  “Wasting food and scarring such a beautiful face...that monster will pay.”

You gently gripped the cook's wrist, moving it away from your face and forcing him to make eye contact with you.  “Sanji, it’s a cut.  I’ve gotten worse from chopping an onion too fast.  Let it go.”

Sanji sighed.  He finished cleaning your wound and covered it with a bandage.  Then he went to the stove and began to cook.  “Help me get this dish ready,” he said.  “That Marine prisoner out there needs to eat something.”

You smiled.  There he was, the gentle cook of the East Blue. You washed up and helped him prepare the meal..

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 2

Episode 16: Twin Henrys

~The Man Cave~

Ray had decided that the time had come for Charlotte to learn some self-defence moves and as such, he was jumping around a crash mat with (y/n). The teen girl was bound to come into danger at some point and she knew nothing about defending herself, so here they were. (y/n) had reluctantly agreed to help him demonstrate some basic moves, as long as he promised not to go too hard on her. He laughed at that, of course, he wouldn't hurt her, but he wouldn't be soft either since she needed to learn too.

The thing that convinced her though was the sight of Ray in his tight sleeveless tank top and his beefy arms and upon seeing them, she scuttled off to pull on some gym clothes too.

Charlotte and Schwoz rolled their eyes when they saw how he drooled at her outfit and a sharp smack on his arm brought him back to reality as she scurried down the sprocket stairs.

"Let's do this thing." (y/n) smiled and joined him on the mat, preparing herself to kick some ass. She knew she wasn't the best fighter in the world and even with her superpower, she wouldn't last long in a brawl if some asshole beat her down.

"Okay, Charlotte, if your attacker has a weapon, you want to confuse him—" Ray started, making sure to keep himself moving as his girl stood so beautifully behind him. His theory was that the more he moved and fought, the less he'd think about her hips.

"—Or her." The young woman interrupted, not wanting to limit villains to just guys. There were some badass girls out there too.

"Or her, with some rapid hand movements. (y/n/n), act like you're gonna blast me." Ray instructed her and she untucked her small, hand-held blaster from the elastic of her leggings.

"Okay...pew, pew!" She giggled, pointing the gun at her friend and pulling an angry face like she was a big, scary, hairy, smelly villain. Ray chuckled at her antics but refocused quickly when he remembered that he was trying to give a lesson.

"Okay, now..." (y/n) gave him a blank stare as he waved his hands frantically in front of her face in an attempt to blind her or something. It didn't work, she wasn't stunned or anything, just mildly confused and if she was some evil goon, she'd probably think he was a moron. 

Still, she let him grab the blaster from her hand and he threw it onto the mat. The poor woman let out a squeal as he gently placed his hands on her shoulders and rolled back so she was catapulted onto the floor. It wasn't painful, but it certainly knocked the wind out of her as she landed in a heap on the edge of the map.

Ray stood up and dusted himself off, basking in the admiration of Schwoz and Charlotte as they sat on stools on the sideline. To be fair, it was an impressive move. Seeing that (y/n) was groaning, he quickly stepped to her side and offered a gentlemanly hand to help her up, which she readily accepted.

"Okay, Charlotte, you try," Ray told the young girl, ignoring the way he had a perfect view of (y/n)'s cleavage as she stood up. His mother would kill him for thoughts like that, so he shook them away before he could delve deeper into his desire.

"No, thank you." The girl shook her head, not liking the idea of getting all sweaty as she tried to lift a grown woman over her head and honestly, (y/n) didn't like it either. 

"Why do I have to be the one who gets beaten up?" She protested and her frown grew even deeper as she watched Ray walk over to Charlotte without a word and pick her up so he could dump her on the mat. Looks like they were fighting after all.

"I'll fight Charlotte, you go sit down, sweet girl." The large man gave her a charming smile and (y/n) stumbled to Charlotte's stool with shaky legs. She wasn't sure how much longer she could take being just his friend, times like this always tested her resilience to his attractiveness and she felt like she was reaching the end of her rope. All it would take was one thing to plunge her into the unknown.

"I don't need to learn how to fight," Charlotte told him, believing that she had more than enough skills to take care of herself. She was tough and resourceful, this was just a waste of her time.

"Sure you do. Now, I'm gonna teach you the yoink manoeuvre. Try knock me down, try know me down..." Ray taunted her as he drifted from side to side. The two adults watching smirked in amusement as he riled up the teen; if only he knew that Charlotte could would any grown man's ass easy-peasy. 

"Come on, Charlotte—" He mumbled, thinking she was gonna try and punch him or something. But no, Charlotte wasn't about getting her hands dirty, so she just picked up the discarded blaster from earlier and blasted him in the chest.

"Wait—" Ray's protests died when the force of the laser sent him flying back onto the mat as his handyman and best friend laughed. (y/n), being the nice girl she was, tried to be subtle, but Schwoz didn't care, so he was pointing and cackling along with Charlotte. 

"What was that?" Ray asked as the burning sensation on his chest fizzled out. Now, he felt stupid.

"You just got yoinked!" Charlotte gloated at him with a giggle and shot a few victory shots up into the air as her boss got back to his feet. 

"Awww, your face!" (y/n) laughed, her attempts to smother her amusement thrown out of the window. There were tears in her eyes and her cheeks were red, meaning that to Ray, being blasted in the chest wasn't so bad since it got her to laugh like that.

"Okay, I finished test firing all the rockets! They all work...but now we need new rockets." Henry announced as he came down from the sprocket. He wondered why (y/n) looked so flushed and giggly, but said nothing. It was probably something Ray-related and he didn't want to know any details.

"(y/n), are you going in the showers?" Ray asked the young woman as she wandered over to him, a pleasant smile still plastered on her face. With so many endorphins in her bloodstream and being so close to him, she couldn't help but feel like a happy drunk, smiley and wobbly as she put a hand on his shoulder. Instinctively, his arm went around her waist and he gulped when she looked up at him (seductively, in his opinion) through her eyelashes.

"Nah, I wanna stay here." She replied, happily leaning her head against his bicep. She didn't care if his arm was a bit sticky from all the working out, she just wanted an excuse to feel his muscles working under bare skin.

"Hey, you pumped for the big fight tonight?" Ray asked his sidekick, who ignored how touchy they were being. Ever since Ray had nearly frozen to death, they had been particularly close to each other and were less caring about being seen cuddling up together.

"The--The big what?" Henry stuttered, having no clue what he was on about.

"The big fight on TV tonight." Schwoz reworded as he munched on his popcorn. He was definitely looking forward to watching it.

"Shelley Cratch against Carla Dexter?" Charlotte clarified and the names awakened Henry's muscle memory and he was suddenly aware of what they were talking about.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah, yeah. I totally forgot about that. Oh, man. The fight's gonna be so go—aw, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, dang it!" Henry cursed, firing a laser at the empty seat next to Schwoz, where the little man's popcorn was resting.

"Ahhhh! You blasted my poopcorn!" He yelled in his weird accent as he stared sadly at the melted bowl. The sweet snack was nothing more than ash now.

"Okayyyy, let me have that. What's gotten you so upset?" (y/n) asked, slowly taking the gun from Henry's hands so there'd be no more damage. 

"Man, I gotta go home. My Uncle Hair-Neck's in town for a dumb, stupid family dinner." The boy sulked, not seeing how amused Ray and (y/n) were by his nickname for his uncle.

"Your uncle what-now?" She asked with a smile on her face, but it soon dropped as the large man behind her removed his hand from around her hip and began to complain.

"No, no, no, no!" He exclaimed, seeing the predicament as a humongous disaster. 

"We have to watch the fight here, together," Charlotte said. That was the plan, to have a Man Cave family night-in to watch the fight, but now, it was going down the river.

"Yeah, I spent ninety-nine dollars on the pay-per-view!" Ray whined and his words were news to (y/n), who didn't know the fight cost that much.

"Sorry, you spent how much on one damn fight? And don't sweet girl me!" She gave him a serious look and pointed a stern finger in his face. No wonder she was always making cuts in other areas of the budget if he was splashing their money about like that.

"Sweet girl..." He pouted and gave her his best cutesy eyes, which, as always, melted her heart and she couldn't find it in herself to be mad anymore. Even if he was a doofus. Her focus was taken away from his gorgeous eyes as a tube came down and they all looked at it in confusion. They weren't expecting visitors or a delivery, so who was it?

"Hey, everyone! I bet you didn't miss me!" It was...Schwoz? He was dressed in an alarming bright, Hawaiian shirt, shorts, a fedora and was holding a piña colada, so it was pretty obvious he'd been on vacation. The only thing was if that Schwoz had been on holiday, who was the other freaky repairman that was smiling at them?

"Please, tell me I'm not the only one seeing this." (y/n) breathed out as she and her friends looked back and forth between the two Schwoz's. This was weird. Feeling a bit too freaked out for her liking, Charlotte snatched the blaster from (y/n)'s hands and pointed them at both men, making everyone in the room panic. 

"Don't blast us! I'm the real me." Vacation Schwoz said, holding his hands up to show that he meant no harm. 

"Then who's that?" Henry asked, pointing at Schwoz Two, who was standing silently with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Gerta." The real Schwoz explained and his odd robot did a little curtesy at her introduction. Things just got even stranger.

"That's your shape-shifting android girlfriend?" Ray asked, pointing at him, her, it, whatever. The coding and programming on the android were so good, not even the ever-vigilant Captain Man could tell the difference between Gerta and the real Schwoz. Go figure.

"The one who nearly killed Mitch Bilsky when Henry took her to a teen club on Valentine's Day?" (y/n) added, frowning at the revelation. The android brought nothing but trouble, but she also brought back the memory of that Valentine's night. A sucky evening turned magical when Ray took her up to the roof to show her the city's view, something that had since become her happy place. She often escaped up there when she wanted to be alone and knowing that he had given her that made the roof feel that much safer.

"Yah, look." Schwoz pulled a remote control from his pocket and pressed a button that made Schwoz Two morph back into his ugly girlfriend. She greeted everyone in her native language and winked at Schwoz seductively, making everyone wrinkle their noses in disgust.

"Well, wait, where've you been?" Charlotte asked as she stared at the android. 

"I went on vacation. I've been gone three weeks!" Schwoz chuckled at how he'd fooled them all, causing Ray to get all sulky.

"Hey, I never said you could take a vacation." He growled at the little man. Just because he was a big softie at heart didn't mean he was a pushover, he liked being the boss and wanted his assistants to give him at least a bit of respect.

"You never said I could borrow your underwear either, but I did that too." Schwoz retorted, smirking when he saw how Ray grimaced. He was definitely hiding his underwear from now on.

"You sick freak. You leave his underwear alone." (y/n) scolded him as she put a "protective" arm around Ray's shoulders, acting like she was shielding him from his weirdness, even though she had to stand on tiptoe to reach. The large man's ears burned as his girl talked about those particular garments in his wardrobe and hoped that she didn't see. 

"Wow, Schwoz, I had no idea this wasn't you." Charlotte marvelled at the android as she and Henry circled it. She had to admit, it was a pretty sick machine.

"That's because before I left, I made Gerta even better. Now, she can assume the shape of anyone in the world and nobody could tell it wasn't the real person." Schwoz explained, making Ray poke Gerta on the arm as he investigated her features. It really wasn't a good idea to poke the bear, but he didn't think anything would happen if he prodded and squished her to see if she'd respond.

"Can you feel that?" He asked after prodding her. Rolling her eyes, (y/n) sighed at his childlike behaviour. Sometimes, it was better to look with your eyes, not your hands.

"Can you feel that?" He asked, poking her cheek, but this time, Gerta reacted strongly. She raised her arm and slammed her strong, metal hand onto Ray's skull and he collapsed onto the floor as his girl glared at the robot.

"Can you feel that?" Gerta snapped at the superhero as he moaned in pain and Henry and Schwoz laughed.

"That wasn't very nice." The young woman folded her arms across her lilac, spandex-covered chest and her stern stare made the robot stand silently again.

"Hey, Schwoz, could Gerta morph into Henry?" Charlotte piped up, ignoring how Ray was still on the floor recovering from the assault. He'd be fine in a minute anyway. 

"Yeah, she can be anybody. Why?" Schwoz asked, not seeing that in Gerta, they had the perfect solution to the fight-night problem.

"Because, what if fake Henry goes to your family dinner tonight, while—" Charlotte's idea was cut off as Ray suddenly perked up from the floor. This sounded pretty good to him.

"While Real Henry hangs here with us and watches the Cratch-Dexter fight!" Ray squealed, his interruption irritating Charlotte. One of these days she'd actually get through a complete sentence. 

"Love it!" Henry smiled at his boss and gave him a high five, which offended his friend.

"Hey! I thought of it." Charlotte scowled, dragging (y/n) over to them with her so she could use the young woman's status as Ray's not-yet-but-hopefully-one-day-might-be-girlfriend to win her argument.

"Yeah, don't point at that doofus and say "love it". Charlotte deserves the credit." The teen's idea worked, (y/n) automatically joined her side and gave her best friend and the young boy a pointed stare. 

"You're so cute when you're mad." Ray screwed his nose up and pinched her cheek As he fawned over her, ignoring how she was trying to stick up for Charlotte.

"Get off!" She swatted his hands away with a giggle, willing her cheeks to stay cool after he called her "cute". She wanted to hear that more often. 

"Schwoz, turn Gerta into Henry." The superhero ordered his assistant, who took out his remote and obediently scanned Henry's body so he could transfer the data to his android. 

"Wow." Everyone gasped as she morphed into the young boy. It was so lifelike, there wasn't a hair wrong and thankfully for them, his own family wouldn't even be able to tell that it wasn't their real son/brother.

"Okay, that is sick, but how do you get her, I mean, it or him to act like Henry?" (y/n) asked, curious as to the mechanics of the machine. It was way beyond her technical skill, but she wanted to know anyway.

"When I scanned Henry's body, it also scans his brainwaves," Schwoz explained, making it clear to those who were interested, namely (y/n) and Charlotte. Ray and Henry weren't big science buffs.

"So that fake Henry will act and respond like real Henry would?" The teen girl asked and Schwoz nodded in confirmation.

"Sure." He smiled, which made Henry giddy. This was so cool to him.

"Okay, okay, okay. Let's test this thing out. Right." The boy stepped up to his new android twin and cleared his throat. If Gerta was gonna spend the night with Piper and his parents, she'd have to be spot on with her reactions.

"Sup?" He greeted her in a serious tone, feeling like he shouldn't mess around with his tests.

"Sup?" Gerta gave the same greeting, which made Henry smile at how cool it was. That's how he'd respond!

"Okay, okay, uh...how you feelin'?" He asked in an excited voice.

"Feelin' goooood." The android responded with his signature catchphrase, making everyone nod in approval. That was Henry all over. 

"Okay, okay, um, what's your favourite colour?" Now for some specific details.

"Red."

"Favourite food?"

"Pizza.

"Topping?" This was a crucial question. Not many people would believe it was, but Henry was looking for a specific answer.

"'Roni," Gerta smirked when Henry gasped and laughed in awe. 

"Ohhh, I also shorten the word "pepperoni" by only saying "'Roni"!" The real boy smiled at his friends who agreed. They were all familiar with Henry's quirky sense of humour.

"Okay, okay, okay. Here's a hard one. What crazy thing happened to me when I was nine?" He squinted at the android, wanting to see if this toughie would be the one to crack her.

"You mean when you threw up in a canoe and you didn't want anyone to know it was you so, you told everyone it was Jasper's vomit." Henry gasped as she recalled the incident's exact details without fault.

"I'm the only one who knows that!" The boy smiled and gave the robot a high-five. He was thoroughly impressed. 

"Okay, okay, super difficult one. Okay, what happened last Friday when me and (y/n) were watching Dog Judge?" Henry prompted, knowing that this was the biggest kept secret in the Man Cave. The young woman's eyes widened at the mention of that dreaded night and frantically glanced at Ray with a pale face. He couldn't know, it would kill him or possibly, he'd kill them.

"We don't need to go into that, it's no big—" She laughed nervously, but Gerta wasn't the best at reading the room, so she just answered the question.

"You were skateboarding indoors and broke Ray's favourite lamp and he still hasn't noticed it's missing," Gerta replied, making Ray whip his head to the spot at the back of the Man Cave where his lamp used to sit. It was an accident, Henry had collided with it when he popped an Ollie and lost his balance. The lamp smashed into a million pieces and they had hidden the evidence in the incinerator, praying to god that their boss' absent-mindedness would distract him.

"What?" He asked in an alarmed voice as (y/n) glared daggers at Henry, who just thought that Ray might as well find out now. And he wouldn't be mad at (y/n), it was his fault and he loved her too much for that.

"Um, I was supervising an Ollie pop and it went wrong?" She offered him with a nervous smile as she scratched the back of her neck. It was a one of a kind lamp and even though she hated its garish look, she knew it wasn't hers to break or throw out. 

"You should've just told me." Her nervousness vanished as he picked up her hand and squeezed it. It was just a dumb lamp to him, he was more concerned about how she was too scared to tell him. Did she think he'd be mad at her? 

"So, you stay here and—" Charlotte ignored their moment and turned back to Henry, but Ray was right behind her as he cosied up to his girl.

"—And send Gerta to your house for dinner right now." He finished for her. Charlotte growled lowly as the same sense of irritation from earlier came back. 

"Love it!" Henry smiled, which enraged her further. 

"Oh, come on!"

"Seriously? This again?" Charlotte and (y/n) said together as the young woman picked up on her frustration. 

"Okay, Gerta, you go to Henry's house, but after, you come right home," Schwoz instructed his girlfriend. He sounded oddly protective, which confused the kids, but Ray sort of understood him. He was like that when (y/n) went anywhere alone and he often waited up to make sure she was safe. The only difference was that his love was for a gorgeous, sexy woman and Schwoz literally built his girlfriend.

"Wait!" The real Henry butted in as his twin walked away. He just wanted to say one thing.

"What?" Gerta asked, pausing just before she left.

"Nothing, just...you're just... you're really good-looking!" Henry smiled, his ego inflating as he admired himself from a new perspective. He had never gotten to walk around his entire body and see every aspect of it and now, he could see why girls liked him. He wasn't bad for a high school kid.

"I know." The android replied like he would, making them laugh at their little joke as Ray and (y/n) inspected Schwoz's melted bowl of popcorn. Gerta sent herself up the tube, which only delighted Henry more.

"That's what I say!" He grinned at his friends, who nodded in response, but they were just trying to be kind. Gerta was cool, but it was getting old.

"That's what we all say." (y/n) told the boy, who just kept smiling. He could watch the fight and be at the dinner at the same time, he was over the moon. (y/n) only hoped Gerta would behave herself. 

~1 hour later!

It was fight time, Schwoz had loaded the large, floating TV screen in front of the couch and everyone had gathered to watch, even Bork. The large, muscly man was seated at the couch with Schwoz as Charlotte stood behind them. Then, behind her, was a table lined up with a whole range of snacks and drinks prepared by (y/n), who insisted on making sure there had to be things to nibble and sip throughout the fight.

"Okay, at first, I thought this was dumb, but now, I'm actually getting pretty excited." She smiled at Ray as she brought a bottle of beer over from the table. The large man had changed out of his gym clothes and was now sporting a fetching pink, patterned shirt. She swallowed as he brought his free arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his side.

"See? Told you this stuff is awesome." He smirked down at her as she split the beer into their glasses. He didn't notice how she was checking him out, probably because he was too distracted by the fact that she was now wearing one of his favourite dresses on her. It was cute, short, but not too short and showed just the right amount of leg for Ray to admire her without feeling like a creep. If he was a teensy bit braver, he'd tell her how hot she looked in it, but all he could do was keep his gaze fixed on the TV.

"Carla Dexter looks better than she has ever looked in her career."

"True, but the question is, can anyone defeat the fighting machine that is Shelley Cratch?"

"The only way to know is to find out." The commentators said onscreen, but everyone's viewing pleasure was interrupted when the statistics being shown went all fuzzy as the signal was lost.

"Ah, what's wrong with the TV?" Charlotte asked as they partially lost the picture. Henry and Ray stopped bantering with each other as they too noticed the glitching

"It's been doing that all day. Schwoz, can't you fix the picture?" Ray asked the genius. He would do it himself, but he was enjoying having a nice, cool drink in one hand and his sweet girl tucked under his other arm. He felt so tall next to her, so manly and he didn't fancy giving that up since he figured that she might be thinking the same thing.

"Let me see." The small man got up from his seat and walked away to fiddle with the TV's controls. Looks like small talk would have to do for now.

"So,  Henry, who'd you think's gonna win the fight?" Ray asked his sidekick as his thumb stroked (y/n)'s hip. Like him, she didn't want to lose this moment, so she stayed perfectly still and hoped it would last forever. 

"Oh, man. Gotta go with Dexter." Henry answered, which Ray strongly disagreed with. Dexter-Schmexter, that was so wrong, everyone knew it was gonna be Shelley. Well, Ray did anyway.

"Oh, come on, dude, no." He scoffed as Charlotte and (y/n) rolled their eyes. They didn't care who won, they just wanted to have a good time with their friends.

"Okay, I fixed the picture," Schwoz announced happily, bouncing over to the sitting area again, just in time for the action.

"Come on, you guys, the fight's about to start," Charlotte announced, grabbing her bowl of popcorn and sitting down with (y/n). God, it was so exciting and the young woman was getting in on the hype, even if it meant she was begrudgingly pulled away from Ray.

"Hey, when did we get these new glasses?" Henry asked his boss to stop him pouting at the loss of (y/n)'s body next to his. He wasn't going to have him being moody for the fight.

"Oh, (y/n) and I picked these up at Sassy Glasses last weekend," Ray said nonchalantly, his girl being too interested in the fight to hear what they were saying. That, and the TV was too loud.

"Ooooh, getting all cosy with your girlfriend, huh? Buying glasses together now?" The boy teased, smirking into the glass as he took a sip of his drink. Ray almost spit his out once he heard what he said, his eyes wide as he checked to see if (y/n) had heard. Thankfully for him, she was still blissfully watching the screen and occasionally giggling to Charlotte as they chatted about nothing and everything.

"Shhhh! Are you crazy? She's not my girlfriend." Ray whispered rancorously, swirling his juice as he frowned. He hadn't said it out loud in a while and had forgotten how much it hurt to hear. 

It was like he'd been kidding himself, standing with her, holding her hand, giving her warm embraces, indulging in giving her kisses on the cheek or head, doing boyfriend things. He took her out shopping and they bought things together for their home and all the while he got it into his head that she was doing it with him because they were exclusive and domestic, not because they needed things to drink out of. 

He felt like a fool, a stupid, daydreaming fool who let himself get lost in a fantasy, where feelings and relationships from the real world were different and so much sweeter. Being plunged into reality was bitter and cold, like a cruel wake-up call.

"Sure, dude, keep telling yourself that...cool blue colour." Henry shrugged, knowing that for all of Ray's melancholic lamenting, (y/n) felt the same way. She liked making the Man Cave a home. For her, it was like she was leaving little reminders around that said to whichever girlfriend he brought back that she lived here; she saw the best and worst sides of him, she was the one who had been waiting for him for so long and unlike them, she'd still be around in the morning. It was a little territorial, but she couldn't help it, the mousy girl was gone and now, she was ready to stand her ground.

"Yeah, well, actually, they're cobalt, so..." Ray corrected pedantically, still feeling a little prickly after the reminder that (y/n) was available for any guy to come and sweep her off her feet. Yeah, it sucked.

"Yeah, well, cobalt is just a shade of blue," Henry replied, not seeing the big deal about the colour of a cup. Little did he know that he'd poked the bear and he was angry.

"Mmmm, not exactly." The large man kept going. He was grouchy and for some reason, his grouchiness wanted to start an argument.

"Okay...anyway, it's not even cobalt, it's more of a royal blue." The boy didn't know that it would be a good idea to stop and just let it go. He was about to enter one of his and Ray's petty arguments and this one would be about glasses, for god's sake.

"Royal blue?" Ray scoffed loudly and this time, (y/n) heard him.

"Will you two shut up?" She hissed, spinning back around so she wouldn't miss any more of the fight. Ray buttoned his lip at that, he was feeling distant from her in a not-boyfriend way and he didn't want to widen that gap. If only she had been listening when she was named his girlfriend.

"Come on, Shelley!" Charlotte whooped enthusiastically, making the woman next to her grin. The fighting spirit was in them now.

"You can do it, Carla!" Schwoz cheered the opposite team, just as the first round started. 

"This glass is royal blue!" Henry snapped at his boss, the fight being obsolete to both of them now. They were having a fight of their own; the battle for the correct cup colour.

"It's cobalt!" Ray replied angrily, thinking that since he was there when (y/n) picked them out, he got to decide what shade of blue they were. He paid for the damn things, even though (y/n) insisted that she pay half too, he was the one with the bill on his card.

"It's royal blue, you don't know your colours!" They argued, turning away from the screen in a tirade of poorly thought-out comments about the colour spectrum or something.

"Shit a brick, that's got to hurt!" (y/n) winced as she watched the women brawl on the TV, no one seeing how Henry and Ray weren't watching. They punched their fists at the screen as they fought on the floor of the cage and jumped up in amazement and cheers as the first round was over. What a rush that was. Well, it was for everyone but Henry and Ray, who had seen diddly squat.

"Wait, wait, what happened?" Henry faltered as he saw that one fighter was writhing in pain and the other was doing a victory lap around the cage. Huh?

"D-d-did the fight start?" The superhero stammered, feeling just as bewildered as Henry. When they were arguing, it was like nothing else mattered, they just had to be the winner.

"Yeah, and it's over!" Charlotte smiled, still reeling from the wondrous spectacle she'd just witnessed.

"It was the most incredible fight I've ever seen!" Schwoz added, feeling like a little bundle of energy. His adrenaline was racing through his veins and all he had done was watch.

"WHAT? No, playback, playback, playback!!" Ray whined with Henry, feeling as though he had been cheated out of ninety-nine dollars.

"Okay, okay, calm down, I'll play it back." Schwoz rolled his eyes at their whining, reaching for the remote. It was no biggie so there was no need for so much aggro. 

"Doofus, you should've been watching." (y/n) smiled at him as she sipped her beer from a cobalt(or was it royal blue?) glass. 

"Aw, dang it! The picture's out again!" Schwoz cursed as the screen blinked and cut out. He really needed to figure out why it kept doing that.

"OH, NO!" Ray and Henry screamed in annoyance. It was painful, it really was, they had been dying to watch this fight and now, they'd missed the whole bloody thing.

"Man, that was a fight I'll never forget," Charlotte commented and Bork grunted in agreement.  It was epic.

"It was glorious!" Schwoz added and (y/n) nodded along in agreement, which irritated Ray further.

"Oh, be quiet, Schwoz! You're still a weirdo." He snapped, feeling moody since they'd all had the time of their lives and he and his sidekick had missed out. 

"Ray, don't be mean!" (y/n) scolded him as she sat and faced him on the back of the sofa and he had to turn away when her dress rose and revealed more of her soft thighs, something that sent Ray's lust into overdrive.

"Oh, man, I can't believe I missed the fight. I sent that stupid robot to my house for nothing." Henry grumbled, not caring if he insulted Gerta or not. When he was angry, his kind nature went out the window.

"Hey, don't talk about Gerta that way! She's my whoman!" Schwoz hissed, his accent making his anger sound funny. 

"Y'know, maybe you should go home and send Gerta back here." Charlotte prompted, seeing that Henry needed to cool off and a walk home would do that just fine.

"Yeah and hurry. I want to celebrate with her." Schwoz smirked to himself, not seeing how the connotations of his words made his friends gag.

"Schwoz, there are children around and they don't want to hear that. And neither do I." (y/n) grimaced, gulping at the thought of Schwoz and Gerta...doing things. She knew that Schwoz could do whatever he wanted to in his private time, but she didn't want to know any details.

"Hey, when did we get these royal-blue glasses?" Charlotte asked, looking at her cup as she pondered.

"HA!" Henry gloated at Ray, who seethed in anger as the young girl joined the wrong side.

"Dang it, Charlotte!" He yelled and began to destroy the buffet, much to (y/n)'s horror. She'd spent ages on that and now, he was crunching cheese balls everywhere.

"Raymond Manchester!" She shrieked, her voice getting high-pitched as he ruined the food. Charlotte and Schwoz also looked horrified as he walked off through the secret door, needing to calm down like Henry. He didn't want his girl to see him throw another fit and he already felt terrible about ruining all her hard work, so he just removed himself from the situation. 

"They're not even royal-blue, they're cobalt!" She yelled after him, slamming her fist against the secret door as it slammed shut in her face. She didn't know, but he heard it and he was grinning at the thought of sharing her opinion, despite knowing she'd never be as stubborn as him. It was just another thing that connected them.

~Some time later~

"Have you calmed down yet?" (y/n) asked her stroppy, but adorable not-boyfriend. He had stomped back into the main room after a little while and was needy for her attention.

"Yeah. I'm sorry about destroying the food table." He responded sheepishly, wrapping his arms around her and leaning down so he could bury his nose into her neck and hair. An odd happy place, but it was his and he often found himself seeking her out when he was stressed.

"Good. I don't like seeing you angry, especially about some stupid glasses."  She told him truthfully, her heart fluttering as his breath hit her neck. 

"They're cobalt." He mumbled, smirking against her skin as he enjoyed the moment. Charlotte was in the bathroom and Schwoz was God knows where, so for a brief minute, they were alone. No interruptions, no danger, no problems, just two friends and their mutual sexual tension.

"Don't start!" She giggled, her tone not at all being scolding or punishing. How could she be angry, when she had him all to herself and was free to tangle her fingers into his hair.

"But--" And the moment was shattered. The computer started to beep as a holo-call came in and Ray sighed and groaned and cursed the gods in his head. What now? Couldn't he just spend more than ten seconds with his girl?

"Aren't you gonna get that?" (y/n) asked when she felt him hesitate. She too was annoyed by the interruption, feeling like she deserved at least a minute where she could pretend he was hers, but her sense of duty told her otherwise.

"I don't want to," Ray answered truthfully, although he spared the details of why. She didn't have to know that if it was up to him, they'd be in his bed, lost in a sea of blankets and pleasured sighs whilst the world was locked out.

"Well, it's probably important...actually, I think it's Henry, so go see what he wants." She sighed, pulling away from his embrace so he could do his job. 

"Ugh, fine." He groaned but smirked when he saw his old glass of beer on the old food table. He grabbed it before sauntering up to the computer's control panel, much to (y/n)'s confusion.

"I could just get you a fresh--" She was cut off as Henry's little fuzzy body appeared in the Man Cave and Ray began his childish argument again.

"Hey Henry, look. I'm drinking out of my cobalt-blue glass." He smirked at the boy, taking a sip of the beverage, which wasn't at its best since it had warmed to room temperature.

"Not this again..." (y/n) pinched the bridge of her nose and mumbled to herself. She should've known that even though he was calm, that didn't mean the argument was finished.

"Just forget about the glass. Where's Schwoz?" Henry asked in an urgent voice, just as the little guy scurried from the back of the Man Cave.

"Here, why?" Ray asked as his girl walked up from behind him so the kid would see her and not just hear her in the background.

"'Cause Gerta just threw me out my window. So, now, I need you, (y/n), Charlotte and Schwoz to come here and get her out of my house." He explained in a panicked voice, making (y/n) gawp in shock. The android did what now?

"What colour is this glass?" Ray smirked at him, seeing the perfect opportunity to get the upper hand, even though they had an emergency and (y/n) was glaring at him.

"What?" Henry looked at him with a bewildered face. Really? He was bringing that up now?

"Admit that this glass is cobalt and maybe we'll come to help you." The superhero clarified, not caring that he was being remarkably petty.

"No, we're helping him either way, that damn android has gone nuts again." (y/n) hissed at him and punched his arm, but it didn't do much. Ray wanted to see Henry admit that he was right.

"It's cobalt." The boy rolled his eyes. He didn't really care, he just wanted Schwoz to reign in his crazy girlfriend that was having dinner with his family.

"I'm sorry, what is it?" Ray put his hand to his ear, wanting to hear those sweet words one more time.

"It's cobalt! Cobalt, cobalt, cobalt, cobalt, cobalt, cobalt-blue glass!" Henry shouted, hating how he was being subjected to such humiliation.

"Yeah, I know." Ray chuckled evilly, taking another sip of the gross beer just to prove his point, fighting his gag reflex as he swallowed it.

"Stop being a dick! Henry, we're on our way." (y/n) reassured the boy, who rapidly ended the call, his anger spiking after his chat. He knew those glasses were royal blue, he just knew it.

~Henry's house, Henry's bedroom~

Upon arriving at Henry's house, a plan was set in motion. It was Charlotte's job to lure the fake Henry upstairs whilst everyone else waited to pounce. Schwoz was her creator, therefore he'd be the one in charge of getting her to back down so Henry could take control of his life again. Ray and (y/n) were just there for support and a bit of superpowered muscle if it was needed.

"I just don't understand why Gerta would throw you out the window!" Schwoz said as he and Ray sat on Henry's loveseat sofa. (y/n) was perched on Ray's knee since she too wanted to sit down and was taken by surprise when Ray guided her down to his lap. He just said something about how friends sit together, rather than explaining that it was his way of satiating his constant need to have her near him. She didn't complain or ask any questions, she just indulged in being so intimate with him.

"Well, maybe Henry made her mad," Ray suggested, secretly loving the way (y/n) had intertwined her fingers with his when they wrapped around her stomach to keep her steady. Now, their joined fingers were resting against her hip and he felt that rush of affection as he felt like her boyfriend again. Wishful thinking.

"Or maybe, she's just a psychopath." The young woman retorted. She'd experienced one too many fuck-ups involving the android and was very cautious when it came to being around her.

"No, no, no, I programmed Gerta to be my girlfriend and love me, she has no other emotions." Schwoz insisted. He was confident in his engineering skills and believed that once he'd spoken to his beloved robot, the whole mess would be straightened out.

"Yeah, well, can you program her to leave my house? 'Cause I'd like her to leave my house!" Henry snapped, feeling pretty agitated with the situation. He couldn't have a damn android walking around, sullying his good name, that would be a disaster!

"Okay, here's Gerta. You asked me to get her, so I got her and now, I have homework to do, so out the window, I go. Bye!" Charlotte entered the room with Gerta close behind her and left just as abruptly. That homework must've been especially important.

"Bye, Char!" (y/n) called after her. She snuggled against Ray as Schwoz stood up and stepped down the stairs. Ray wrapped both arms around her and let his head fall into the curve of her neck as the small man approached Gerta, his arms stretched out kindly.  All they had to do was sit back and watch the drama unfold.

"Gerta, baby, why did you throw Henry out the window? Did he try something?" Schwoz's gentle tones turned icy as he glared at the boy now sitting on the sofa. On his way up to the ledge, he'd given Ray a subtle eyebrow raise to indicate his amusement at how the man was all over a girl that was supposedly not his girlfriend.  Yeah, right. They just needed to put the correct label on it and they'd be in a relationship.

"Uh, no." The boy denied in a disgusted voice. Even the notion!

"Schwoz, he's fifteen!" (y/n) added in an equally displeased tone. It was wrong on so many levels. Henry was a boy, Gerta was a robot and Gerta looked like him, just to name a few.

"Schwoz, look, this isn't easy to say." The fake Henry said softly, making the three on the couch feel very weird, especially when Schwoz cupped his cheeks. Ew.

"Sweetheart, I made you. You can tell me anything." The little man cooed, his worn thumbs brushing over her--his--its--whatever's cheeks. It was getting weirder by the minute.

"You're very special, you're a lovely man and I love you so much." Gerta cooed back, nauseating Henry when she put her/his hands on Schwoz's arms.

"Okay, this is so weird!" He hissed to Ray, not seeing how the man had picked up the photo of his mom that he kept in his room. (y/n) certainly noticed and had gone notably quiet.

"Shhhh! This is a touching moment...between a man and his android." Ray shushed him, his mouth opening like a goldfish as (y/n) got off his lap silently. Henry watched in confusion as she sat on the ledge and stared at her hands as her feet swayed in the air. He saw how happy she was with him, why did she leave that?

Glancing at his heartbroken boss, it was then that Henry noticed his mom's picture in his hands and he angrily snatched it back. Silly, silly Ray, he didn't realise how upon seeing the frame in his hands, (y/n) had gone cold and the intimacy of cuddling with him vanished. A careless mistake, one that had cost him the touch of his girl and her newfound belief that she was special. He presumably did this with all the girls, maybe he'd even done it with Mrs Hart. That made her skin crawl. 

"Baby, I don't understand what you're trying to say...tell me," Schwoz whispered to Gerta, his heart cracking like Ray's, although, he hadn't been stupid, unlike Ray who couldn't leave things alone. Kris Hart meant nothing to him, but he couldn't get out of bad habits.

"I'm saying...that I love you, but I'm not in love with you." The android stroked Schwoz's cheek as she whispered the words no one ever wanted to hear. Ray could understand the broken expression that spread across his repairman's face, it was his worst nightmare and it was made worse by the fact that his girl had left his embrace to sit by herself. Maybe, his roaming hands went too far?

"Oh no..." The young woman murmured to herself as she felt the emotion in Gerta's words. She too was feeling pretty hurt right now, even though she was doing a damn good job at hiding it. Everything she did, everything she tried; smiling, being brave, being confident, wearing nice dresses, being herself, nothing worked. Nothing turned his head like the other girls did and it was wearing her down. Why was she not good enough? Was she looking for something that wasn't there?

"I--I feel human now and when we cuddle--" Okay, that was the last straw for Henry. Cuddling with Schwoz? No, thank you!

"Oh, come on! If you two are gonna keep talking like this, can you please turn Gerta back into herself?" Henry jumped in and walked down the stairs, pleading with Schwoz so he wouldn't have to watch himself be so disgusting with him. Gerta complied and used the stolen remote to morph back into her normal form. 

"Thank you!" Henry walked back to the couch, feeling relieved that things were less weird now. It would always be strange, Gerta was Schwoz's android girlfriend, but this was better.

"I don't want to be your Gerta anymore. I need to be free." She told Schwoz in a heartbroken voice. This clearly upset her, but it was the right choice. She had found her humanity and now sought independence from her life as Schwoz's girlfriend.

" I understand." Schwoz nodded, feeling just as upset, but it all seemed worth it when Gerta smiled at her and stroked his head.

"Thank you, my Schwoz." The scene made (y/n) sniff as she teared up. It was like one of her crappy romcoms and they never failed to make her cry. Sure, they were never as weird as this, but it was still touching.

"Okay, I will click this remote now and you, my Gerta, you may choose any form you wish to become. Are you ready?"  Schwoz stepped away from his girlfriend and put on a strong face. Henry and Ray were thoroughly confused by everything but stayed silent when they sensed that it was supposed to be sad since they could see (y/n) dabbing her eyes dry. Ray wanted to pull her back to him and comfort her, but he figured that she didn't want him and would be repulsed by his touch. 

Gerta nodded solemnly and Schwoz reluctantly pressed the button, watching as his "beautiful" girlfriend transformed into a yellow-crested cockatoo. Well, that was an odd choice, but maybe she wanted to find freedom flying through the skies.

"Man, that's a good-looking bird!" Ray commented, not realising that it was slightly insensitive to poor Schwoz's feelings.

"Ray!" (y/n) turned around and gave him a pointed glare, making him bite his tongue. He didn't mean to upset her. God, he felt like at this rate, she'd walk out on him and he'd never be her boyfriend, not even if he promised that no one could care for her, protect her, love her like he did. 

"Dude, she just broke up with me," Schwoz added, glad that he at least had (y/n) considering his feelings. He thought that his boss would be understanding, after all, he'd been pining after one girl for eight years. He was just as bad as him when it came to love, if not worse.

"Sorry." The superhero looked at his hands, not wanting to antagonise his girl anymore. What if she left him like Gerta was leaving Schwoz? Obviously, she couldn't magically transform into a bird, but nothing was stopping her from rejecting his love and packing her bags. Just that thought made him put his hand over his chest as his heart ached, which made Henry look at him puzzled. He guessed it was something to do with (y/n) sitting on the ledge so he said nothing. They'd forget about it soon enough, he was sure of that.

"I will always love you too, Gerta-bird," Schwoz told the cockatoo when she chirped at him and it sent (y/n) into floods of tears. It was so weird but so romantic and she was so confused. Gerta flapped off through the window, leaving the four to stare at her through the window.

"Whoa! Look at her fly!" Ray gasped as they crowded in the window frame and watched the bird retreat into the starry sky. 

"Yeah..hey! She just pooped on my bike!" Henry's admiration for Gerta dropped when he saw the state of his bicycle, but all (y/n) could do was giggle as she unknowingly leaned into Ray's chest. Some things never change.

"That's my Gerta." Schwoz sighed. It wasn't how he wanted his relationship to end, but he had so many fond memories, it wasn't the end.

"She looks so pretty!" The young woman stated as she watched Gerta until she was no more than another white speck in the night sky. It was a cool, clear night and the sharp air made the hair on her arms stand up. Her dress really wasn't made for this weather, or maybe it was from the way Ray's mouth was next to her ear. She tried not to get carried away, she knew it would only get her hurt.

"Beautiful" Ray mumbled, causing her to quiver against him as his baritone voice sent shivers down her spine. Everyone agreed with their boss watching as Gerta completely left their sight, but if only they knew...he wasn't talking about the bird.

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Biscuits and Beskar: 2

Pairing: Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, language, mentions of past traumas, fighting, poor self image, getting nervous around the Daimyo, frisky thoughts (still pretty sfw).

A/N: This is written in the style of a reader insert where the reader is Kaylee. So Kaylee is not used to her little world getting set off kilter. She likes the idea of a partner but doesn't usually have the time. Then Boba walks in and the feelings hit like a ton of bricks. Boba is intrigued and Fennec is in the background like a chess master moving the pieces. Fennec is ma girl, like I would love to be besties with her.

Picture credit: Disney and Lucasfilm

Words: 3000 ish...

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“Come work for the Daimyo they said. It'll be great they said. You only might get killed on your first day.”

You hissed out a breath body aching, but there was work to do. You weren't about to let either of the bosses catch you slacking. The second in command had the eyes of a shreik-hawk. She had given very clear instructions to you: keep the Daimyo in good health and spirits. There was an unspoken or else in the silent look she gave that didn't bear testing. You had cautiously requested to see the kitchen. It was an appalling, dirty wreck, and that would have been a kind assessment.

The walk in was out of range, produce and meat were going bad, whomp rats had gotten into most of the dry storage. Then there was the equipment! Looking at the assassin with beribboned hair you quickly insisted on a full remodel. Fennec, as she had introduced herself, had simply given you a slight nod of approval telling you to let her know whatever you needed. You had expected an argument or at least some grumbling. Instead the woman walked away quiet as death.

You weren't entirely certain that she wasn't the specter herself.

“Honestly the state of this place, might as well have left the door open. Wake up to a krayt dragon in the throne room playing with the Rancor.”

It was pure luck that the kids had returned to the palace when they had. The smell of Wookie fur a dead give away for trouble the minute you all crossed the threshold. And while you hadn't necessarily formed your own opinion about the new Daimyo, no one deserved to die ripped limb from limb. Racing up the stairs there the beast was, crushing the man as his feet dangled off the floor.

Bless Drash's soul, the girl had no fear going right for the great terror head on. The others fell in rank behind her ready to brawl. You had joined in as well, landed a few cuts with your knife before being flung like a rag doll across the room. Landing squarely on a very warm, large body. The breath, along with all sense apparently, knocked from you as you lay atop of the infamous Boba Fett.

A half naked Boba Fett whose arms had circled around steadying you and what had been your reaction? Instead of being terrified you had dumbly looked down at his dark, handsome face, swiped your sleeve at his cut lip and said, “You're bleeding.”

What kind of a fool does that?! In the middle of a fight no less! But damn the man for being so handsome... probably why he wore that bucket. Wouldn't get any business done at all with those eyes on everyone seeking audience going dumb.

His brown eyes that had stared back at you like there wasn't a gargantuan, killer hairball not a few feet away. Eyes that should have been cold or harsh or angry given his reputation. But no, they were warm and just a touch amused. He had smirked and quickly rolled, pushing you into a protected side of the room before grabbing a gaffi stick to rejoin the maylay. He was broad in the chest with bearlike strength, fluid and graceful in his movement. Watching as he coordinated his attacks with the others dancing with perfect rhythm. The new Daimyo was something to behold and not one to be trifled with for certain.

Back in the present you moved the grill grates back into place and relit the pilot light. The cabinets were in varying states of repair, counter now resealed and secure again. Rough first days, but looking around now it was starting to feel like your own space. You couldn't help but do a little spin to test out the cleaned floors. The tile in the kitchen was beautiful, thoroughly swept and polished to a high shine. Amazing what you could find hidden under all that tattoine sand.

Not unlike the handsome man in armor down the hall...

Karabast you needed to get a grip! So what if the man was broad and solid. So what if he was kind to those around him. So what if he was honorable in victory and spared the life of the being sent to kill him. And so what if he had protected you. Boba Fett was the boss you were the cook.

“Kaylee don't be a fool... finally landed a good job GET A GRIP!” For Maker's sake you'd only just met the man. Not to mention that you knew better than anyone that crime lords only wanted the arm candy types. Pretty little airheads that didn't care what shady deals happened around them. Not scared, round, small little things like you. Placing the last of the racks in the oven you stacked the pans back on the shelves, clanging them angrily. It was stupid of you to be acting like this.

“Ratty leave that be, I'm not done fixing the door yet,” The little droid paused its shelving work drooping his antenna and beeping fearfully. Cringing at having been so stern you softened your tone. “Hey I'm not mad, it's ok buddy. It's just that I really need you to help me finish the pantry right now. R9 can handle that.”

The little rat catcher was so easily spooked, he had hid for hours when you first started. You could see the many dents and rewires that told you the poor little bit had been previously abused. All of them had, even 8-D8 had mismatched parts. Well that wouldn't happen from now on, not on your watch. If there was one thing this whole palace needed it was a little bit of care and attention. Giving a soft smile you tried again, “How 'bout it? I'll get you both a nice oil bath after we're done?”

With a happy set of boops the droid had scurried to where you stood happily handing you the sorted in date items. Honestly how any of the beings here weren't dead from food poisoning was a wonder, “First thing tomorrow you and me are going to tackle the last of the cabinets and the walk in. Sound like a plan? Can't have the boss thinking we slack about can we now.”

Ratty beeped and swiveled his head in agreement.

Boba observed you from the shadows, much like he had the day before. Did you even realize that you sang loud enough he could hear in the throne room? As for your last comment, the boss didn't think you a slack about. Already the place looked brighter, cleaner. There were fresh herb planters lining the walls and things neat and tidy. He had half smirked watching as you sharpened the knives, checking the balance of the tang and blade with practiced ease. A craftswoman about her work.

Loath as Boba was to admit it, Fennec had been right. Already operations about the palace were running more efficiently. He was pleased that you had decided to stay, though unhappy with the restrictive movements you worked with. You were pushing through an injury just to prove your worth to the boss. Even Boba was still stiff after using the bacta tank, Wookies were never an easy fight. He had noticed all too well the little winces, the ginger bending at the hip and deep breaths. Worse was that it was his negligence that led to your injury. He allowed for the Palace to continue crumbling into disrepair; it had been careless and he received a painful lesson when Krrsantan had breached security. Stepping into the kitchen fully Boba noticed the food and various drinks on the side board, easy to grab and more than enough to keep this lot fed. Seeing a tray of cookies he picked up the delicate treat.

“Oh Lord Fett! I'm sorry for the chaos, the kitchen should be done by tomorrow.” You stumbled coming out of the pantry but managed not to fall. "I'm sorry I hope you haven't been... How can I help you."

He hummed in amusement, removing his helmet and tucking it snugly under his arm. You looked flushed and tired Boba thought, watching as you fidgeted nervously.

“I could make something for you...”

He waived a hand ceasing your nervous ramble, “You've done more than enough, especially being injured.”

“Just sore sir, I can still work.” Oh kark, wouldn't that just be the way of things. Two days of work and you get fired for being slow.

“That was not in question,” Leaning a hip on the counter he ate the cookie, taking in the subtle butter and almond flavors of the treat. It was delicious, as was his meal earlier. For the first time in a long while Boba felt energized, his mind sharper. It didn't hurt his mood any that the little chef was pleasing to glace at as well. Must have some Pantoran blood with the slight purple highlight in your hair and golden eyes. “I have a duty to those under my employ. I will send Fennec to see to you after the meeting.”

“I'm fine really...”

“Never the less.” Fixing the woman with a very unimpressed stare Boba made a grumbling noise in the back of his throat. Stubborn little thing. “Fennec will see to you after the meeting.”

“Well at least let me make you a fresh cup of Kaf.” You turned to walk to the machine. Your stomach dropped, not only for being scolded but also because you had screwed up. You had been so focused on trying to get the kitchen sorted and the food made that you hadn't even thought to ask Fennec for an itinerary. If your Papa were alive he would have shaken his head at such a rookie mistake. You decided to try to roll with the situation, keeping a calm tone. “And how many are expected?”

“It is only the few of us here, though there are some new faces that you should know.” Boba could see that his comment had put you on edge. He pivoted quickly wanting to put you at ease, which was a curiosity in itself. Perhaps he had gone soft, “Your name is Kaylee correct?”

“Yes Lord Fett,” Why were you blushing and why did his voice sound like smoky velvet to your ears? A grown ass woman did not turn into a simpering mess just because the new boss was as handsome as the devil himself and sounded twice as enticing. Oh Garsa was right you really needed to get out more. Straightening your apron and folding your hands you tried to compose yourself. “Chef Kaylee Manu at your service.”

“Well Chef Kaylee, I would like your input on further improvements for the Palace. What you see as needs for the staff here including yourself.” Boba tried to keep his tone even and low. He watched as you worked the knobs on the fancy Kaf machine. From this angle he had a fine view of your figure hidden beneath the apron and well worn coveralls. Something he had noted earlier, the flight coveralls. Embroidered with desert blooms and stars, tailored at the waist to taper giving you more of a fitted look than the excess material was originally designed for. It was far too warm an outfit given the climate and your job, so that begged the question why? Yet even under the cumbersome layers he watched as you gracefully approached and offered him a mug of Kaf.

Boba well remembered your curvy form as it was pressed flush to him on the floor of the tower. How your hands had softly touched his face. He wouldn't have even noticed the cut had you not said anything. No he was far to distracted by how gently you acted, how your eyes didn't look on him in fear. How even now you seemed more flustered than genuinely afraid. When Krrsantan had ran from the tower you stayed with him, again asking if he was hurt. The whole journey down the stairs you had stayed close to him, squeezing his hand at every little bump. It stroked his ego being your protector, even if only for a few moments.

Fennec had teased him for glancing too long as you had moved about the dinning room, serving food and drink while offering your thoughts. Then there was her amused eye roll at his reaction when you left to collect the belongings that had finally arrived. It seemed you didn't own much, a few bags and a trunk at most. Skad had teased you about his back hurting from the weight only for you to remind him who was making diner and that it was something he enjoyed. You didn't snark or threaten, just keeping your voice firm and even to remind the pup who was in charge.

It was that same tone that you had used throughout the meeting, keeping the peace while also pointing out deficiencies. You were smart and direct, giving a working list of the immediate needs. You knew many of the city's dealers and craftsmen and also demonstrated a firm grasp of the groups that ran the different sectors of the city as well as the local officials. For a simple cook you were proving anything but.

There was a certain air about the you that Boba couldn't quite place; confident yet reserved, calm yet strong. Then there was the quality of your work; not only was the food excellent, but the presentation of each dish was flawless down to the garnish and sauces. Clearly you were not a product of the sands, you had honed your craft off world. You were a puzzle, one that he couldn't seem to place, which was all the more reason that he had Fennec observe you closely. Leaning on his throne in contemplation the question remained, “Who are you Kaylee Manu?”

Boba watched as his second in command strode into the throne room, stopping to pour a drink. He waited, tapping the arm of the throne in thought. “Anything to report?”

Fennec played with the cup in her hand, “She knows her city I'll say that. Every place that we ordered from happily handed our orders over, especially when Kaylee's name came up.”

“That bothers you?”

“No, quite helpful actually. Something Garsa Fwip told me though...” Thinking over the information Fennec debated again telling Boba. She had seen much in her time both good and bad. Not much bothered her, couldn't afford it in this line of work. Most hunters had a code that they followed, certain things that were off the table. But there were always some scum out there that ignored such things. Taking another swig of the spotchka she half sat on the steps. “Seems our chef has made a few people angry, people who would like very much to see her gone. Including Mok Shaiz.”

“Oh she has?” Boba watched Fennec nod, “and what did she do to incur such wrath?”

“It would appear our esteemed Mayor was in business with Bib Fortuna. In exchange for his tribute Fortuna would rid the streets of it's excess citizenry, the troublemakers. According to Garsa they weren't particular about who... or how young.” Fennec heard the creaking leather of gloves as Boba flexed out of anger. “A few of the citizens helped to hide people, especially the kids. Fed them, looked after the ones whose families were killed as an example.”

Boba glanced to the entry where Skad was speaking with Nitro and Nakita, “The Mods...”

“Among others, Garsa has been protecting her till now,” Fennec had seen the good will that just your name incurred, that was worth more than credits. Working for a crime boss could get messy though, like the other night. Still if Boba was determined to be a Daimyo and not just another crime lord having someone like you around would be invaluable. “Everyone we visited would appreciate it if Kaylee were kept safe.”

“Hmm brave little thing,” He tilted his helmet in the direction of the palace apartments, “not many would have done that.”

“Not many would have kept doing it after having their business burned out from under them and left for dead.” Fennec could hear Boba growl from under the helmet. “Should I ask around?”

Turning back to the master assassin he gave a curt nod. Someone betrayed those who tried to protect the people of this city and Boba wanted to know who. If they still lived their days were numbered. No one would harm the people, much less children in Mos Espa ever again. As to your circumstance things like this usually resulted from greed or anger, someone had broken trust among the good Samaritans. Trust was a dangerous thing, it could kill if misplaced or was a powerful ally when well invested. He trusted Fennec and had been repaid well for that.

The question was what had made you trust enough to stay here? Especially when you had suffered so in the past? Boba could not see how he had earned such a privilege, but he would not squander it. “You can let them all know that Miss Manu is under my protection.”

“I already did.” Fennec studied the bottom of the empty cup, wondering what kind of strength it must take to be kind in a cruel world, to stand against the corruption that rotted a place like this and remain. Not many would have made your choice, nor endured the consequences with such grace. Fennec had seen first hand when she had helped treat your injury earlier. You had looked back at her with a grin saying, "Our lives are what we choose to make of it." Fennec knew fate to be a fickle thing, so was luck. Then again this whole Palace was filled with beings whom defied the odds.

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